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Jay-Z( Shawn Corey Carter )
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La-La-La
Lyricist:Shawn Carter, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams
Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la-la-la Neptunes track smoke like la-la-la It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby, come on
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit You should come hang with me Basically Hold up skip all the singing, let's get right tonight mami
I know my English ain't as modest as you like But come get some you little bums I take the cake from under the bakers thumb I bake the cake then two it up from one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son Uh, I show you how to do this son Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted himself the rap J.F.K. You wanna pass for my Jacqueline, Onassis then Hop ya ass out that S-class Lay back in that Maybach roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long legged life Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice Look but don't touch muthafucka think twice 'Cause this gat that I clutch got a little red light, need a light
To smoke that la-la-la Beanie Sigel always smokin' that la-la-la Memphis Bleek always smokin' that la-la-la It's the Roc mami sing our lullaby, come on
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit You should come hang with me Basically Hold up skip all the singing, let's get right tonight mami
We got brothers full of Army mami's in Manolo Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logos All attracted to Hov because they know doe When they see him whips be European
If you're a 10 chances you're with him If you're a 5 you know you're riding with them Sick with the pen nigga no physician In the world can fix him, no prescription
You can prescribe to subside his affliction He's not a sane man he's more like Reign Man twitchin' You can't Reign Dance on this picnic Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board You can't see me dawg nigga you CB-4 This ain't Chris Rock, bitch it's the Roc bitch And I'm the Franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming
Still smokin' that la-la-la Memphis Bleek still smokin' that la-la-la Beanie Sigel desert eagle the 45 It's the Roc baby sing our lullaby, come on
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit You should come hang with me Basically Hold up skip all the singing, let's get right tonight mami
Forget English talk body language I be all over mamis like body painters Pink diamond necklace strawberry wrist Please excuse yourself you're very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch Run up on me at the light, you can lose your life Muhfucka must smoke they la-la-la with crack 45 gun smoke choke off dat
Let's get back to the music, I ain't wit all that Plus the fedz tappin' my music y'all get all that I'm thee public industry number 1 Public industry number 2 is my whole crew (R O C)
Now I ain't cool with who like me or who like you That's gay, I ain't into liking dudes no way But get a pen I can tell you pricks my plans for the future I'll never make the news again my man'll shoot you
As we, smoke that la-la-la Memphis Bleek be smokin' that la-la-la Beanie Sigel desert eagle the 45 It's the Roc bitch sing our lullaby, come on
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit You should come hang with me Basically Whoa, skip all the singing lets get right tonight mami
Well watch me now, uh Ho, ho Come on Do you want me to do it Well watch me now, uh
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